tanka

when the moon comes late
I can see my shining star
in the velvet sky

empty as a broken heart
and oh so cold and quiet

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to tanka

  1. Ray, this is pure magic.

  2. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    achingly beautiful…lovely, Bard.

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